"He is the Demon Lord!"
Lang Huaxin glared at Su Yie, enunciating every word as if he wanted to devour him.
The Purple-Clothed Demon Lord narrowed his eyes and said, "You were not wronged in your defeat!"
He could feel that Su Yie's vital energy was strong, and his cultivation had even reached the Late Stage of the Divine Demon King Realm, far beyond what Lang Huaxin could contend with.
Just months ago, the Demon Lord was also in the realm of a Shape-Shifting Great Demon. Such talent was simply terrifying.
In comparison, what kind of genius was Lang Huaxin?
Su Yie asked calmly, "A good dog doesn't stand in the way."
"You..."
Lang Huaxin was so furious he almost drew his sword, but he refrained from taking action because this was Chang An.
With the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord present, he was not afraid of Su Yie at all.
"Demon spawn, you certainly talk big," the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord said with a cold sneer, clearly not intending to make way.
